If thou art rich, thou art poor;

For like an ass whofe back with ingots bows,
Thou bear'ft thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee. Meaf. for Meaf. A. 3, S. 1.
To fue to live, I find, I feek to die;

And, feeking death, find life.

Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1.
Thy best of rest is sleep,

And that thou oft provok'ft, yet groffly fear'st
Thy death, which is no more.

Meafure for Measure, A.

3,

S. 1.

O Warwick! Warwick! that Plantagenet,
Which held thee dearly as his foul's redemption,
Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to death.1

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 1.

The weariest and most loathed worldly life,
That age, ach, penury, and imprisonment,
Can lay, on nature, is a paradife

To what we fear of death.

Measure for Measure, A. 3, S. 1.

When first this order was ordain'd,

Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
Not fearing death, nor fhrinking for distress,
But always refolute in most extremes.

Henry VI. P. 1, A. 4, S. 1.

Why stand we like foft-hearted women here,
Wailing our loffes, whiles the foe doth rage:

1 Is by the fern Lord Clifford done to death.] Done to death for killed, was a common expreffion long before Shakespeare's time. Thus Chaucer:

And faid, that if ye done us both to die.

And Spencer mentions a plague which many did to dye.

JOHNSON.

The expreffion is according to the French idiom -- faire

mourir.

A. B.

Here

Here on my knee I vow to God above,
I'll never pause again; never stand still,
Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine,
Or fortune given me measure of revenge.

Henry VI. P. 3, A. 2, S. 3.

Her blood is fettled, and her joints are stiff,
Life and these lips have long been separated;
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Romeo and Juliet, A. 4, S. 5.

Let them pull all about mine ears; prefent me
Death on the wheel, or at wild horfes heels;
Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock,
That the precipitation might down stretch
Below the beam of fight, yet will I still
Be thus to them.

Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 2.

If I fay, fine, cry fine; if death, cry death;
Infifting on the old prerogative

And power i'the truth o'the cause."

Coriolanus, A. 3.

Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, fleaing: pent to linger
But with a grain a day, I would not buy
Their mercy at the price of one fair word.

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Infifting on the old prerogative,

S. 3.

Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3.

And power i'the truth o'the caufe.] This is not eafily under. ftood; we might read,

O'er the truth of the cause.

JOHNSON.

Very easily understood furely. Truth is, in this place, fup port. Infifting on your old prerogative and power in Support of the cause; i. e. the caufe of the people.

A. B.

Though

Though I kill him not, I am the caufe

His death was fo effected: better 'twere,
I met the ravin lion when he roar'd,
With sharp constraint of hunger.

All's well that ends well, A. 3, S. 2.
Call me their traitor !-thou injurious tribune!
Within thine eyes fat twenty thousand deaths,
In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in
Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would fay,
Thou lieft unto thee, with a voice as free
As I do pray the gods. Coriolanus, A. 3, S. 3.

All comfort go with thee!

For none abides with me: my joy is-death!
Death, at whofe name I oft have been afraid,
Because I wish'd this world's eternity.———

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 2, S. 4.

Oft have I feen a timely-parted ghost,
Of ashy femblance, meagre, pale, and bloodless
Being all defcended to the labouring heart;
Who in the conflict that it holds with death,
Attracts the fame for aidance 'gainst the enemy,
Which with the heart there cools, and ne'er returns,
To blush and beautify the cheek again.

Henry VI. P. 2, A. 3, S. 2.
Beware of yonder dog;

Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites, His venom tooth will rankle to the death:

Have not to do with him, beware of him;

Sin, death, and hell, have fet their marks upon him, And all their minifters attend on him.

Rich. III. A. 1, S. 3.

Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave? My brother kill'd no man, his fault was thought, And yet his punishment was bitter death.

G

Who

Who fu'd to me for him? who, in my wrath,
Kneel'd at my feet, and bid me be advis'd?
Rich. III. A. 2, S. 1.

I have bewept a worthy husband's death,
And liv'd by looking on his images :

But now, two mirrors of his princely femblance
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death;
And I for comfort have but one false glass,
That grieves me when I fee my fhame in him.
Rich. III. A. 2, S. 2.

The bloody proclamation to escape,
That follow'd me so near (O our lives' fweetness!
That we the pain of death would hourly bear,
Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift
Into a mad man's rags.
Lear, A. 5, S. 3.

O wretched ftate! O bofom black as death!
O limed soul, that struggling to be free,

Art more engag'd! Help, angels, make affay!
Bow, ftubborn knees! and, heart, with strings of

fteel,

Be foft as finews of the new-born babe.

Who would fardles bear,

To groan and fweat under a weary life;
But that the dread of fomething after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns-puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.

Hamlet, A. 3, S. 1.

Young Fortinbras

Holding a weak fuppofal of our worth,
Or thinking by our late dear brother's death,
Our state to be disjoint and out of frame-

Col

Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
He hath not fail'd to pefter us with meffage,
Importing the furrender of those lands
Loft by his father.

Hamlet, A. 1, S. 2,

I'll call thee, Hamlet,

King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me not burft in ignorance! but tell, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cearments? Why the fepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urn'd, Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws, To caft thee up again? Hamlet, A. 1, S. 4. He is a devil in private brawl: fouls and bodies, hath he divorced three; and his incenfement at this moment is fo implacable, that fatisfaction can be none but by pangs of death and fepulchre.

Twelfth Night, A. 3, S. 4.

You gentle gods, give me but this I have,
And fear up my embracements from a next

With bonds of death!-Remain, remain thou here,
While fenfe can keep it on!"

Cymbeline, A. 1, S. 2.

The next time I do fight,

I'll make death love me; for I will contend
Even with his peftilent fcythe.

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Ant, and Cleop. A. 3, S. 11.

Colleagued with this dream of his advantage.] The meaning is, he goes to war fo indifcreetly and unprepared, that he has no allies to fupport him but a dream with which he is colleagued or confederated. WARBURTON.

"Colleagued with this dream of his advantage," is merely, thinking it might turn out to his advantage or benefit. A. B.

While fenfe can keep it on.] The expreffion means, while sense can maintain its operations; while fenfe continues to have

power.

STEEVENS.

"While fenfe can keep it on." Senfe in this place is life, mo tion, and not the intellectual faculty. Pofthumus would fay, that while he has life the ring fhall remain on his finger.

A. B.